A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Ode to Yesterday's Protein Shake:

There you sit, forgotten.Heading way south of rotten.Because I ate an egg and cheese burrito this morning,I didn't clean you well,and there you sit scorning,The fact i didn't wash you with dish washing gel...

What am I to do?You probably smell terrible,and i don't like things of your ilk,You know, smelling of long forgotten milk,so maybe I'll leave you for tomorrow,when in my sorrow,I'll pour you outand without a doubt,hold my breathso as not to smell,what I should have finishedyesterday with a groan and grimace.

Forsooth, tis me, me thinks

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A Manual--- Wait... an explanation... well something to explain this blog a bit.

To the left what you'll find,is a group of poems. Of varying sorts and kinds.Some breaking all the rules of poem-dom.There are rules of writing poems. Aren't there? Hmmm...Anyway the point here is what you'll see below,are poems about foods I ate.It is not a random collection of foods, a collection left agape,about my battle grand with my weight and its swordsin the medical and epicurean sense of the words.In a way, this chronicles my battle to eat well,to put it in a nutshell.Ain't that swell?